Title: A Prey for Birds
Rating: PG
Fandom: Crossover: Batman & Yu-Gi-Oh!
Characters: Gurimo (Yu-Gi-Oh!), Penguin (Batman)
Summary: There were times, rare times, that Gurimo questioned Master Dartz and now was one of those times.
Word Count: 288
Author's Note: Gosh, I had a whole other idea for this but then Penguin ended up being way to OOC so I settled for this version instead.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Batman and Yu-Gi-Oh! do not belong to me; I'm merely borrowing certain characters for this crack!fic, that is all.

o5: A Prey for Birds

He knew luck was on his side this time. It just had to be. The consequences of failure, for the fifth time since being in this wretched city, was not an option; Master Dartz had made that perfectly clear when he tried persuading the man to pass this assignment off to Valon. And he knew that the Master was losing patience with him.

Perhaps, just maybe, if he captured this person's soul then it'd be enough to convince him to let him return back to base.

"You insolent fools do not understand." Gurimo ground out through clenched teeth. "It is important that I speak with Mr. Cobblepot at once. Do you understand?" Yet from how this confrontation was going it was easy to see that luck still wasn't on his side.

"Boss said nothin' 'bout havin' to meet with a "Gurimo". S'tell me, what kind of name is "Gurimo" anyways?" The smaller of the two men asked while his buddy gave a low, deep chuckle. What? Did these buffoons think that by making fun of his name that it'd be enough to stray him from his task at hand? Imbeciles, Gurimo thought with distaste. Perhaps he should simply duel them, steal their souls, and save himself the trouble.

"Yeah, if ya want an audience with the Penguin, yer gonna have'ta make a name for yerself, Gurimo—"

Penguin? … Penguin? That's what this man – Mr. Cobblepot – referred to himself as?

"—unless, ya rather want to say hello to my good friend here?" The second thug lifted his jacket a bit for the older man to see the gun – that appeared to be a desert eagle – strapped perfectly in its holster.

"…" It was clear how the tables had turned (then again, Gurimo never did have the upper hand).

And so Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot would not be offered to the great Leviathan.